"consept" poems
I live for me
Not for him, not for her, not for them.
But for me.
You think I wear this dress to amuse you
**** right I do -
out of lack of self respect and self dignity
You think I say those things to impress you
**** right I do -
out of the love that is buried deep within my broken heart
You think I buy those gifts to please you
**** right I do -
out of the fear that I feel when I think of losing you to someone else
So I lied.
I told myself I lived for me,
the truth is that,
I live for you.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
Time.
It slips past us like sand slipping through the fingers of a child.
It holds our greatest wonders and our greatest fears.
"It will pass in time."
It is a consept of our minds.
The seconds turn to minutes the minutes turn to hours.
We can not grasp it.
Nor see it.
But it is something we live by.
Today you may have went to school.
Tomorrow you may go back.
But the next day you may not.
Time is never ending but always moving and changing.
It is time to say goodbye to this night and say hello to the following day.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 4:47 AM UTC
It is queer
The way that eyes blink out from the walls
yet still whilst I water them so
there screams are the loudest calls
It is queer
the way that the water flows up
Even when the bed is dry and the fish flop into the valley beside thee pond
despite being filled with wine, I can catch them in my late evening cup
it is queer
That this poem shall reach you
For where I reside cannot possibly be described
for the dank dark feald is oh so dry, I don't know how anything grew
it is queer
the concept of time
for in this place one may notice things
things that used to be fine
why, one fact that I truly find to be queer
is the state of thyn mind whilest you sleep
everything is turned on its head
and everything has landed in a heap
Why is it said that in thyns dreams
Thee must always be happy and gay
that there will be nothing said of demons
that it shall consist of unicorns and fae
And truly I say, that a common man's opinion on dreams
opinions that weren't even written in your year
can be seen by many and not called queer
that now it is called a song of the heart
and that is something that thee should forever hold dear
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 10:57 AM UTC